Epilogue I
Three Months Later
Oakley
H ow am I going to make it through a night without him? Since the second time he threw me over his shoulder and took me home with him, we’ve never slept apart. And now I’m expected to spend the night without him! How?
My mom, his mom, and Terry are all sleeping just steps away. But I don’t think I’m going to get any sleep tonight. Which sucks since tomorrow is my wedding day! Whoever came up with the idea that the groom shouldn’t see the bride the night before the wedding should be shot.
A sound has me sitting up…and then falling back down again.
Dizziness and nausea have been constant companions of mine since…
well, since before I found out I was pregnant.
My hand drops to where our baby is growing.
Waylon doesn’t know yet. I want to surprise him tomorrow when it’s just me and him.
Knowing and not being able to tell him has been so hard. It's been killing me.
The sound comes again, and I sit up slowly this time. The door opens and closes quickly, and a shadow turns swiftly, causing my heart to stop and then start rushing. The shadow steps forward and places his finger to his face.
“Shh, it’s just me, baby.”
“Waylon.” Relief washes over me as I lie back down. “What are you doing here?”
“I wasn’t about to miss a night with you, baby. I can’t sleep if I don’t have you next to me.”
I can’t contain the smile that blossoms across my face. “Me neither.”
“And there’s no way in hell I’m staying away from you when you don’t feel well because of the baby.”
My mouth drops open. “How…how did you…?”
“Baby, I’m a cop. Finding out secrets is what I’m good at. Plus, those tits and that pussy don’t lie.”
“What?” I whisper/hiss it, but it still comes out loud and fully showing my shock.
“Your tits are bigger and more sensitive, and that honeyed pussy has become sweeter and juicier.”
“Oh my God! Waylon!”
He giggles as he comes over me.
“I never want there to be a day that goes by that I don’t get to be with you, to see how your body is changing and growing. We’ll be fifty and I’ll still be fascinated with you, absolutely spellbound.”
“I was going to surprise you.”
“I know. And I tried to keep quiet about knowing, but I saw you start to sit up and then get dizzy.”
“How did…? You’re amazing and I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby. And tomorrow you will officially be my wife, even though you’ve been that to me from the moment I slid that ring on your little finger, and I will officially be your husband.”
“Even though you’ve been my everything from the moment you first made love to me. Before really.”
His mouth lands on mine, and we spend moments just reacquainting ourselves with each other’s lips and tongues.
After several minutes, it’s not enough. Our hands turn ravenous, and clothes are being pulled from our bodies.
His mouth starts traveling down my neck before finally latching onto my hard nipple.
Now that I think about it, he has been gentler with them when he plays with me over the past two or three weeks.
“Waylon,” he looks up at me, “thank you.”
“For what, love?”
“For…everything. For taking care of me. For being the man I’ve always dreamed about falling in love with. For saving me. For showing me what love is and what it can be. I just…I love you, and you always take such good care of me.”
My eyes mist over, and I become emotional as he grins so sweetly at me.
“I’m sorry. I’m…”
“It’s the baby. I’ve read that sometimes the hormones will make your emotions get even deeper and more intense. I love you. You are my world. You can be all teary and as emotional as you want as long as you remember I love you and I will always love you.”
I give him a watery smile, “Make love to me. Let’s spend our last night as single people together, showing one another how much we mean to each other.”
“Absolutely, sweetheart. Abso-fucking-lutely.”
We spend the rest of the night holding and loving each other, celebrating our love and the life we've made.